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FOR HIS SAKE 



FOR HIS SAKE 

Thoughts for Easter Day and 
Every Day 

EDITED BY 

ANNA E. MACK 

Editor of " Because I Love You " and 

" Heaven's Distant Lamps " 



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Norwood Press 

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Norwood Mass. U.S.A. 



Preface 

A collection of thoughts for Easter Day and 
every day, selected from many sources, and brought 
together for the help and inspiration of those who 
read. 

Published for the purpose of furthering the mission 
work of the Church in the Diocese of Nebraska, 
primarily the erection of a church building in Teka- 
mah, Nebraska. 

ANNA E. MACK. 

Tekamah, Neb. 



A little band of faithful people, hungering for 
the regular ministrations of the Church of their love, 
yet lacking sufficient means to erect a church build- 
ing, have determined to bring about the consumma- 
tion of their hopes by individual effort, and thus 
bring a blessing not only upon themselves, but upon 
the community in which they live. 

" For His Sake," and for the furtherance of His 
work among men, is the inspiration which prompts 
the devoted compiler to send forth this admirable 
collection of Christian thoughts. I heartily com- 
mend the book to the reading public, and trust that 
the object for which it is published may be fully 
realized. 

ARTHUR L. WILLIAMS, 
Bishop Coadjutor of Nebraska. 

Omaha, June 22, 1900. 



VI 





Contents 








Easter Angels 








Page 
I 


The Presence of God 












7 


Aspirations 












• *5 


Character 












27 


Influence . 












4 1 


Work for God . 












• 5i 


Work for Others 












59 


Consecration 












75 


Trust 












85 


The Ministry of Sorrow- 










97 


Faith and Cheer 










105 


Hope of the Resurrecti 


on 










115 



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Easter Angels 



Easter Angels 

GOD hath sent His angels 
To the earth again, 
Bringing joyful tidings 
To the sons of men. 
They who first at Christmas 

Thronged the heavenly way 
Now beside the tomb-door 
Sit on Easter Day. 

Angels, sing His triumph 
As you sang His birth, 
" Christ the Lord is risen, 
Peace, good will on earth." 

In the dreadful desert, 

Where the Lord was tried, 
There the faithful angels 
Gathered at His side. 
And when in the garden, 

Grief and pain and care 
Bowed Him down with anguish, 
They were with Him there. 
Angels, sing His triumph 
As you sang His birth, 
" Christ the Lord is risen, 
Peace, good will on earth." 

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Yet the Christ they honor 
Is the same Christ still 
Who in light and darkness 

Did His Father's will. 
And the tomb deserted 
Shineth like the sky, 
Since He passed out from it 
Into victory. 

Angels, sing His triumph 
As you sang His birth, 
tt Christ the Lord is risen, 
Peace, good will on earth." 

God has still His angels, 
Helping at His word, 
All His faithful children 

Like their faithful Lord, 
Soothing them in sorrow, 
Arming them in strife, 
Opening wide the tomb-doors, 
Leading into life. 

Angels, sing His triumph 
As you sang His birth, 
"Christ the Lord is risen, 
Peace, good will on earth." 



Father, send Thine angels 
Unto us, we pray \ 



Leave us not to wander, 

All along our way. 
Let them guard and guide us, 

Wheresoe'er we be, 
Till our resurrection 

Brings us home to Thee. 

Angels, sing His triumph 
As you sang His birth, 
" Christ the Lord is risen, 
Peace, good will on earth." 

BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 



The Presence of God 



O GLORIOUS Easter morning ! 
O day of peace and light ! 
One precious name adorning 
With lilies pure and white, 
A gladsome message bringing 

Of love that knows no fear ; 
The sweetest anthem singing : 
u The risen Christ is here." 

SARAH K. BOLTON. 



Hush, I pray you ! 

What if this friend happened to be — God. 

ROBERT BROWNING. 
* 

« Ye shall find the Babe." 
Only a manger, cold and bare, 

Only a maiden mild, 
Only some shepherds kneeling there, 

Watching a little Child ; 
And yet that maiden's arms enfold 

The King of Heaven above ; 
And in the Christ-Child we behold 

The Lord of Life and Love. 

" My Father giveth you the True Bread." 
Only an altar high and fair, 

Only a white-robed priest, 
Only Christ's children kneeling there 

Keeping the Christmas feast ; 
And yet beneath the outward sign 

The inward Grace is given, — 
His Presence, Who is Lord Divine 



And King of earth and heaven. 



A. R. G. 



There lives and works a soul in all things 
And that soul is God. 

WILLIAM COWPER. 
10 



The Christ who came of old to His own 

As truly comes to them now, 
Where the faithful before His altar throne 

With hearts believing bow, — 
Emmanuel, then and now. 

HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALL. 



How silently, how silently, 

The wondrous gift is given ! 
So God imparts to human hearts 

The blessings of His heaven. 
No ear may hear His coming, 

But in this world of sin 
Where meek souls will receive Him still, 

The dear Christ enters in. 

BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 

Said Tennyson to his niece : " I should be 
sorely afraid to live my life without God's presence ; 
but to feel that He is by my side now just as much 
as you are, that is the very joy of my heart." 



And evermore beside him on his way 
The unseen Christ shall move. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
II 



Earth's crammed with beauty 

And every common bush afire with God, 

But only he who sees takes off his shoes. 

BROWNING. 

* 

That God which ever lives and loves 
One God, one law, one element, 
And one far-off divine event, 

To which the whole creation moves. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 



Christ — the one great word 
Well worth all lang-ua2;e in earth or heaven. 

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 



Never have we gone out in any journey of the 
soul but God was with us. 

IAN MACLAREN. 



And thev who do their souls no wrong, 
But keep at eve the faith of morn, 

Shall daily hear the angel-song 

To-day the Prince of Peace is born. 

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
12 



The conscious presence of the living, loving Christ 
can lift us above all trials and difficulties. 



Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with 

Spirit can meet, 
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands 

and feet. 



The best of all is, God is with us. 

JOHN WESLEY. 



Art thou fearful of the future ? — Is there 
in thy heart that vague dread, that thou canst 
not define, but which nevertheless torments thee ? 

Trust in My Providence, I am present with 
thee, I know all, and I will never leave thee, nor 
forsake thee. 

*£ GOLD DUST. 

Give all thy thought and care to this — that God 
be with thee in everything thou doest. 

THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
*3 



If but thou diest day by day 

To sins that clog thy homeward way, 

Each night shall be a grave of care, 
And morn a resurrection fair. 

And daily be thy strength restored 
By the dear Presence of thy Lord. 



Let us learn that we can never be lonely or 

forsaken in this life. Our Lord has promised, — 

u Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of 
the world." 

DR. MANNING. 



14 



Aspirations 



Consider the Lilies 

O LILIES fair, O emblems meet 
Of Easter, and its bliss, 
With angel-hands ye point us on 

To higher life than this ; 
Ye tell us of a Saviour's love 

Which prompted Him to die 
That He might manifest to us 
A better world on high. 

Ye speak of strength beyond our own 

Which conquers death and sin, 
And opens wide the gate of heaven 

To take the ransomed in ; 
Ye comfort hearts that else might break 

With grief too great to bear. 
By telling them, friends are not " dead," 

But waiting for them there. 

And oh ! what purity and grace 

Do closely round you cling 
As in your gentle spirit-tones 

Ye whisper of the Spring ! 
The happy time when Winter snows 

Give place to sun and shower ; 
When God Himself, with tenderness, 

Doth wake each sleeping flower. 

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Easter lilies, fresh and fair, 

We welcome you again, 
As stars of hope to lead us on 

Through sorrow's night of pain \ 
By you the Spirit speaks to those 

Who will the message hear, 
Of resurrection power and love, 

In this the wakening year. 

CHARLOTTE MURRAY. 

A Legend 

There has come to my mind a legend, — a thing I 

had half forgot, 
And whether I read it or dreamed it, — ah well, it 

matters not. 
It said that in Heaven at twilight a great bell softly 

swings, 
And man may listen and hearken to the wonderful 

music that rings, 
If he put from the heart's inner chamber all the 

passion, pain, and strife, 
Heartache and weary longing, that throb in the pulses 

of life,— 
If he thrust from his soul all hatred, all thoughts of 

wicked things, 
He can hear in the holy twilight how the bell of the 

angel rings. 

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And I think there is in this legend, if we open our 

eyes to see, 
Somewhat of an inner meaning, my friend, to you and 

me. 
Let us look in our hearts, and question, — can pure 

thoughts enter in 
To a soul, if it be already the dwelling of thoughts of 

sin ? 
Oh, then let us ponder a little : let us look in our 

hearts and see 
If the twilight bells of the angels could ring for us, 

— you and me. 

fy ROSE OSBORNE. 

The ideal life, the life of full completion haunts us 
all. We feel the thing we ought to be beating beneath 
the thing we are. 



Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 

As the swift seasons roll ! 

Leave thy low vaulted past ! 
Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 

Till thou at length art free, 
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's 
unresting sea ! 

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
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O for a man to arise in me, 
That the man that I am 
May cease to be. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 

Yes I dragged wearily along, passivelv 

::ed — the Man-I-Am — between the Man-I- 
Might-Have-Been and the Man-I-Yet-Mav-Be. But 
now, to-dav, I feel that with Christ's help all things 
are possible t mirations, the energy and courage 

that are thrilling in me in this beautiful new-born life 
of to-dav, and the Man-I-Yet-May-Be drav 
to my side. 

•a- &• F - 

I hold it truth with him who s 

one clear harp in diverse tor.e^. 
That men mav rise on stepping-stones 
Or" their dead s gher things. 

D, LORD TENNYSON. 



;e mv mortal dreams come true 
the work I fain would do : 
Clothe with life the weak intent, 
Let me be the thin.; I meant. 

JOHN G: 7TIER. 

23 



Beauty and Truth and all that these contain 

Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet; 

We climb to them through years of sweat and pain. 

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 



No star is ever lost we once have seen, 

We always may be what we might have been. 

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 

Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not 
back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. 
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear 
and with a manly heart. 



So nigh is grandeur to the dust, 

So near is God to man, 
When duty whispers low, Thou must, 

The youth replies, / can. 

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 



Let each man do his best. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
* 

Be not simply good, but good for something. 
21 



They are slaves who fear to speak 

For the fallen and the weak; 

They are slaves who will not choose 

Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, 

Rather than in silence shrink 

From the truth they needs must think; 

They are slaves who dare not be 

In the right with two or three. 

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 



Try to do something in the world, and you will be 
something, aim at excellence, and excellence will be 
attained. This is the great secret of success and 
eminence. " I cannot do it " never accomplished 
anything. " I will try " has wrought wonders. 



The men 
Who carry out in act their great designs 
Are few in number. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



Many a stately ship lies shattered 
Underneath the sounding seas ; 

But the grass upon the hillside 

Waves o'er sadder wrecks than these. 

22 



The life of every man is a diary in which he 
means to write one story, and writes another : and 
his humblest hour is when he compares the volume 
as it is with what he vowed to make it. 

JAMES M. BARRIE. 



O pray the prayer of Plato old, 
" God, make me beautiful within. 



* 



Now, believe me, God hides some ideal in every 
human soul. At some time in our life we feel a 
trembling, fearful longing to do some good thing. 
Life finds its noblest spring of excellence in this 
hidden impulse to do our best. There is a time 
when we are not content to be such merchants, or 
doctors, or lawyers as we see on the dead level 
or below it. The woman longs to glorify her 
womanhood as sister, wife, or mother. . . . 

Here is God, — God standing silently at the door 
all day long, — God whispering to the soul, that to 
be pure and true is to succeed in life, and whatever 
we get short of that will burn up like stubble, though 
the whole world try to save it. 

ROBERT COLLYER. 

2 3 



There are two angels, that attend unseen 
Each one of us, and in great books record 
Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down 
The good ones, after every action closes 
His volume and ascends with it to God. 
The other keeps his dreadful day-book open 
Till sunset, that we may repent ; which doing, 
The record of the action fades away, 
And leaves a line of white across the page. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



Letting go the unworthy things that meet us — 
pretence, worry, discontent, and self-seeking — and 
taking loyal hold of time, work, present happiness, 
love, duty, friendship, sorrow, and faith, let us so 
live in all truth as to be an inspiration, strength, and 
blessing to those whose lives are touched by ours. 

ANNA ROBERTSON BROWN. 



All great ages have been ages of belief. I mean, 
when there was any extraordinary power of perform- 
ance, when great national movements began, when 
arts appeared, when heroes existed, when poems were 
made, the human soul was in earnest. 

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
24 



It is very good for strength 
To know that some one needs you to be strong. 

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 



The cry of the human heart in all ages and in every 
moment is, "Where is God and how shall I find 
Him ? " 

*£ GEORGE MACDONALD. 

If we can only get out of our souls the thought 
that it matters not if we are happy or sorrowful, 
if only we are dutiful, and faithful, and brave, and 
strong, then we should be in the atmosphere, we 
should be in the great company, of the Christ. 

BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 



There is nothing worth living for but God. 

PISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 



Yet with hands by evil stained, 
And an ear by discord pained, 
I am groping for the keys 
Of the heavenly harmonies. 
Still within my heart I bear 
Love for all things good and fair. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
25 



Oh, be at least able to sav in that dav, — Lord, I 
am no hero. I have been careless, cowardly, some- 
times all but mutinous. Punishment I have deserved; 
I deny it not. But a traitor I have never been ; a 
deserter I have never been. I have tried to tight on 
Thv side in Thv battle against evil. I have tried to 
do the dutv which lav nearest me, and to leave what- 
ever Thou didst commit to mv charge a little better 
than I found it. I have not been good, but I have at 
least tried to be good. Take the will for the deed, 
good Lord. Strike not mv unworthv name off the 
roll-call of the noble and victorious armv, which is 
the blessed companv of all faithful people ; and let 
me, too, be found written in the Book of Life, even 
though I stand the lowest and last upon its list. Amen. 

CHARLES KING5LEY. 



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Character 



IF you would make men honest or pure, or in any 
way great, tell them of the dignity of their being : 
open before their eyes the vast prospects of the eter- 
nity which awaits them, in that Kingdom into which 
can enter " nothing that defileth or maketh a lie," 
yet into which they may enter if they only will. 
Xell them of the exceeding greatness of God's power 
at this moment to usward, which He wrought in 
Christ when He raised Him from the dead, the power 
of the Resurrection. 



29 



Building 

We are building every day 
In a good or evil way, 
And the structure, as it grows, 
Will our inmost self disclose, 

Till in every arch and line 
All our faults and failings shine ; 
It may grow a castle grand, 
Or a wreck upon the sand. 

Do you ask what building this, 
That can show both pain and bliss, 
That can be both dark and fair ? 
Lo, its name is Character ! 

Build it well whate'er you do ; 
Build it straight and strong and true ; 
Build it clear and high and broad ; 
Build it for the eye of God. 

I. E. DIEKENGA. 



A hundred years hence what difference will it 
make whether you were rich or poor, a peer or a 
peasant ? But what difference may it not make 
whether you did what was right or what was wrong ? 

3° 



I may not be great, I may miss all peace, but I 
will be true. 

* 

Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 

'Tis only noble to be good. 
Kind hearts are more than coronets, 

And simple faith than Norman blood. 



A king may knight a knave, but God 
Will still record him but a clod ; 
The student of the Scripture reads, 
Man is but nobled by his deeds. 

SUSIE M. BEST. 

To thine own self be true, 

And it must follow as the night the day, 

Thou canst not then be false to any man. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 

Whatever anybody else does or says, I must be 
good : just as if the emerald were to be always say- 
ing, " Whatever anybody else does or says, / must be 
emerald and keep my color." 

* 

All in their life-time carve their own soul's statue. 

THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. 

3 1 



The question every morning is not how to do the 
gainful thing, but how to do the just thing. 

JOHN RUSKIN. 

* 

He that wrongs his friend 
Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about 
A silent court of justice in his breast, 
Himself the judge and jury, and himself 
The prisoner at the bar, ever condemned. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 



Not the wrongs done to us harm us, only those we 
do to others. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



May you never, never have to say, 

" My father had not been bowed so low, 

Nor my mother left us long ago, 
But for deeds of my misdoing." 

PHCEBE CARY. 

Why come temptations but for man to meet 
And master and make crouch beneath his feet ? 

ROBERT BROWNING. 
* 

No chain is stronger than its weakest link. 
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We would willingly have others perfect and yet 
we amend not our own faults. 

THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

When the fight begins within himself 
A man's worth something. 

ROBERT BROWNING. 

Go forth and be the thing God made you to be. 

* 

Nor may man on his shield 
Ever rest, for his foe is forever afield, 
Danger ever at hand, till the arm'd Archangel 
Sound o'er him the trump of earth's final evangel. 

OWEN MEREDITH, 

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths, 
In feelings, not in figures on a dial. 
We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives 
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. 

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 

Do noble things, not dream them all day long : 
And so make Life, Death, and the vast Forever 
One grand, sweet song. 

CHARLES KINGSLKY. 

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Not for thine own 
But others'weal, thou bcarest fruit; 
Thy gain is in thy deeper root, 
In twining branches stronger grown. 

w. M. L. JAY. 

Talent shapes itself in stillness : character in the 
tumult of the world. 

•$- GOETHE. 

I count life just a stuff 
To try the soul's strength on, educe the man. 

ROBERT BROWNING. 

Like as a star 
That maketh not haste, 
That taketh not rest, 
Be each one fulfilling 
His God-giyen best. 

* 

Heaven's gates are not so highly areh'd 
As princes' palaces : they that enter there 
Must go upon their knees. 

WEBSTER. 
* 

Humility and toil are the two uprights of the 
ladder by which we ascend to Paradise. 

S. BERNARD. 

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Heaven's not gained by a single bound, 
But we build the ladder by which we rise 

From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, 

And we mount to its summit round by round. 

*£ J. G. HOLLAND. 

To reach the port of heaven we must sail some- 
times with the wind and sometimes against it. But 
we must sail, and not drift nor lie at anchor. 

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 

He only is advancing in life, whose heart is get- 
ting softer, whose blood warmer, whose brain quicker, 
whose spirit is entering into living peace. 

& JOHN RUSKIN. 

Follow the Christ, the King, 
Live pure, speak true, right wrong. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 

Be always true to the Divine Light that is within 
you, and never turn aside to the right hand, nor to 
the left, from following after Jesus. 

REV. LEWIS T. WATTSON. 

If religion has done nothing for your temper, it has 
done nothing for your soul. 

CLAYTON. 

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For lo ! in hidden deep accord 
The servant may be like his Lord. 
And Thy love, our love shining through, 
May tell the world that Thou art true, 
Till those who see us see Thee too. 

ANNA LiETITIA WARING. 

There has been lodged in the conscience of this 
century a sense of the obligation resting upon the 
disciple to imitate and reproduce the character of his 
Master. 

REV. GEORGE A. GORDON. 

Jesus and His apostles teach that the supreme 
success of life is not to escape pain, but to lay hold 
on righteousness, not to possess, but to be holy, not 
to get things from God, but to be like God. 

*£ IAN MACLAREN. 

The chief end of a Christian life is to be refash- 
ioned into character-likeness to the Lord Jesus. 

BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 
* 

u Love is the fulfilling of the law." It is the rule 
for fulfilling all rules, the new commandment for 
keeping all the old commandments, Christ's one 
secret of the Christian life. 

HENRY DRUMMOND. 

36 



For the structure that we raise 

Time is with materials filled. 
Our to-days and yesterdays 

Are the blocks with which we build. 

HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 
* 

My business is not to remake myself, but to make 
the absolute best of what God made. 

.$. ROBERT BROWNING. 

Blameless, loving lives befit the children of a 
King whose name is Love. Are they gentle, lowly, 
humble-minded? Is every action an action of love 
to Him ? 

The true calling of a Christian is not to do 
extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things in an 
extraordinary way. 

■$: DEAN STANLEY. 

It does not matter whether you preach in West- 
minster Abbey, or teach a ragged class, so you be 
faithful. The faithfulness is all. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 

It is possible to live very near to God under every 
conceivable environment, and what is possible is our 
highest duty. 

BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLARKN. 

37 ■ 



It is a blessed simplicity when a man leaves the 
difficult ways of questions and disputings, and goes 
forward in the plain and firm path of God's com- 
mandments. 

& THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

Looking upward every day, 

Sunshine on our faces, 
Pressing onward every day 

Toward the heavenly places. 

Walking every day more close 

To our Elder Brother, 
Growing every day more true 

Unto one another. 

Leaving every day behind 

Something which might hinder, 

Running swifter every day, 
Growing purer, kinder. 



No man can become a saint in his sleep ; and to 
fulfil the condition required demands a certain amount 
of prayer and meditation and time, just as improve- 
ment in any direction, bodily or mental, requires 
preparation and care. 

. HENRY DRUMMOND. 

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Speak a shade more kindly than the year before, 
Pray a little oftener, love a little more - y 
Cling a little closer to the Father's love : 
Life below will liker grow to the life above. 



" Grant to us, Lord, we beseech Thee, the spirit 
to think and do always such things as are right ; that 
we who cannot do anything that is good without 
Thee, may by Thee be enabled to live according to 
Thy will y through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." 



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Influence 



THE Easter praise may falter 
And die with the Easter Day ; 
The blossoms that brighten the altar 

In sweetness may fade away ; 
But after the silence and fading 

Lingers a blessing unpriced 
Above all changing and shading — 

The love of the living Christ. 
For the living Christ is loving, 

And the loving Christ is alive ! 
His life hidden in us is moving 

Us ever to pray and strive. 

M. L. DICKINSON. 



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Whate'er thou West, man, 

That, too, become thou must — 

God, if thou lovest God, 
Dust, if thou lovest dust. 

A - D - l62 °- _ ANGELUS SILESIUS. 

It exalteth a man from earthly things to love 
those that are heavenly. 

THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

This work of his is great and wonderful ; 
His very face with change of heart is changed. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
* 

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, 
Where'er is spoken a noble thought, 

Our hearts in glad surprise 

To higher levels rise. 

The tidal wave of deeper souls 
Into our inmost being rolls, 

And lifts us unawares 

Out of all meaner cares. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 

Be noble, and the nobleness that lies 
In other men, sleeping, but never dead, 
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. 

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 

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We listened, as all boys in their better moods will 
listen, to a man who we felt to be with all his heart 
and soul and strength striving against whatever was 
mean and unmanly and unrighteous in our little 
world. It was not the cold, clear voice of one giving 
advice and warning from serene heights to those who 
were struggling and sinning below, but the warm, 
living voice of one who was fighting for us and by 
our sides, and calling on us to help him and ourselves 
and one another. And so, wearily and little by little, 
but surely and steadily on the whole, was brought 
home to the young boy for the first time the meaning 
of his life : that it was no fool's or sluggard's para- 
dise into which he had wandered by chance, but a 
battle-field ordained from of old, where there are no 
spectators, but the youngest must take his side, and 
the stakes are life and death. And he who roused 
this consciousness in them, showed them at the same 
time, by every word he spoke in the pulpit, and by 
his whole daily life, how that battle was to be fought, 
and stood there before them their fellow-soldier and 
the captain of their band. 

r THOMAS HUGHES. 

One example is worth a thousand arguments. 

_ WILLIAM E. GLADSTONE. 

You can only make others better by being good 
yourself. hugh r. HAWIES. 

45 



More in the garden grows than what is sown, 
Not weeds alone, but flowers come up unbidden, 
Sown bv the careful wind. So here I mark 
Not the parched petal, but the vital seed; 
For each word dropping from the lip or pen 
Of man or woman i that dies not, 

Wafted afar, to spring we know not where. 

HORATIUS BONAR. 

* 

The dear L : :: - . 

Are humble human souls, 
The gospel of a life like h e 

Is more than books or scrolls. 

JOHN' GREEN'LEAF WHITTIER. 

* 

Y D can help vour fellow-men, vou must help your 
fellow-men : but the onlv way vou can help them is 
bv being the noblest and best man that it is possible 
for vou to be. 

EI5HOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 

It was not anvthing she said ; 
It was not anything she did ; 
It was the movement of her head 
The lifting of her lid. 

trod her path aright 
Power from her very garments stole; 
For such is the mysterious might 
_ rants a noble soul. 

- 



If our virtues 
Did not go forth of us 'twere all alike 
As if we had them not. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 



Every man is a missionary now and forever, 
whether he intends or designs it or not. 

DR. CHALMERS. 



No stream from its source 
Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, 
But what some land is gladden'd. No star ever rose 
And set without influence somewhere. Who knows 
What earth needs from earth's lowest creatures. No 

life 
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife 
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 

OWEN MEREDITH. 



A holy life has a voice : it speaks when the tongue 
is silent, and is either a constant attraction or a per- 
petual reproof. 

HINTON. 

47 



In our course through life we shall meet the people 
who are coming to meet us from many strange places 
and by many strange roads, and what it is set to us 
to do to them, and what it is set to them to do to us 
will all be done. 

CHARLES DICKENS, Little Dorrit. 

I am a part of all that I have met. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 

* 

As I look on you 
My heart grows lighter, I behold a man 
Who lives in an ideal world, apart 
From all the rude collisions of our life 
In a calm atmosphere. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
* 

And this we may know surely, that no man or 
woman of the humblest sort can reallv be strong, 
gentle, pure, and good without the world being better 
for it, without somebody being helped and com- 
forted by the very existence of that goodness. 

BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 

* 

How far that little candle throws his beams 
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 

4 8 



This learned I from the shadow of a tree 
That to and fro did sway upon a wall, — 
Our shadow-selves, our influence, may fall 
Where we can never be. 

ANNA E. HAMILTON. 



O pious mother ! kind, good, brave, and truthful 
soul as I have ever found, and more than I have 
ever elsewhere found in this world, your poor Tom, 
long out of his school days now, has fallen very 
lonely, very lame and broken in this pilgrimage of 
his : and you cannot help him, or cheer him by a 
kind word any more. From your grave in Eccle- 
fechan Kirkyard, yonder, you bid him trust in God, 
and that also he will try if he can understand and do. 

THOMAS CARLYLE. 



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Work for God 



Easter Flowers 

THEY brought their flowers to the altar, 
Blossoms of white and red; 
Lilies and violets and roses 

The sweetest of perfumes shed ; 
And none of the rich and mighty 

Who lavished their gifts that day, 
Took heed of a child among them 
Who timidly pressed her way. 

She crept up close to the altar, 

And there, 'neath a lily's crown, 
With tender, reverent fingers, 

She laid her offering down, 
And said to a curious question, 

As the flowers dropped from her hand, 
u It is only a little daisy, 

But God will understand." 

Sweet childish faith ! Oh, teach us 

Our little best to give, 
Though the works of others are greater 

Than the humble life we live ; 
And to offer our grateful service 

Forever with loving hand, 
Safe in the blessed assurance 

That God will understand. 

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The glory is not in the task, but in 
The doing it for Him. 

JEAN INGELOW. 



Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord 

and not unto men ; knowing that of the Lord ye 

shall receive the reward of the inheritance : for ye 

serve the Lord Christ. 

Col. iii. 23, 24. 

Shall not the Fashioner command His work ? 
And who am I, that if He whisper, " Rise, 
Go forth upon Mine errand," — should reply 

— I pray Thee, God, 
Have me excused. 

g JEAN INGELOW. 

I heard the voice of the Lord saying, Whom shall 
I send, and who will go for us ? Then said I, Here 
am I, send me. 

^ ha. vi. 8. 

Look upon yourself as a hired servant of God, to 
whom He has promised a rich reward at the end of 
the day He calls life ; each morning hold yourself in 
readiness to obey His commands, in the way He wills, 
and with the means He appoints. 

GOLD DUST. 

54 



God gives us always strength enough, and sense 
enough, for what He wants us to do. 

JOHN RUSKIN. 

To love God is a great thing, to love Him more 
and more a greater, and to make others love Him so 
great it is a joyous surprise, ever fresh and new every 
day, that God should let us, such as we are, do so 
great a thing. 

FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 



Blessed are they who die for God, 
And earn the martyr's crown of light, 

Yet he who lives for God may be 
A greater conqueror in His sight. 

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 



Expect great things from God : 
Attempt great things for God. 



Oh, the long, long years are flown, 
Since a Master bade His own 
Bear the message far and wide 
Of a Saviour crucified ; 
Flash the light o'er vale and hill, 
Yet they sit in darkness still. 
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CAREY. 



The question is not what must I do, but what 
I do. Love trill stop at nothing. It takes 
B and tea :rr its object over every hill 

and mountain of difficul: 



Love and believe : for works will follow spontaneous 
Ever as dav does the sun : the R m the Good 

Dg : 
Love in a bodilv shape : and Christian works are no 

more than 
Animate Love and Faith, as flowers are the animate 

Sp: 

HE JRTH LONGFELLOW. 



I _ id to think 

I am not bound to make the wrong go right ; 
But onlv to discover and to do, 

:h cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. 

N INGELOW. 

UNLESS we perform divine - ~ everv 

willi: f our life, we never perform it at alL 

jc: 

56 



Yea ! yea ! a look the fainting heart may break 

Or make it whole : 
And just one word, if said for love's sweet sake, 

May save a soul. 

MAY RILEY SMITH. 

Are there none to die for Israel ? 

'Tis not enough to mourn. Breastplate and harness 

Are better things than sackcloth. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



The old order changeth, yielding place to new, 
And God fulfils Himself in many ways. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 



* 



By many hands the work of God is done. 

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. 



Worship or service — which? Ah, that is best 
To which He calls me, be it toil or rest, — 
To labor for Him in life's busy stir, 
Or seek His feet a silent worshipper. 

57 



The Common Ottering 

o 

It is not the deed we do, 

Tho 1 the deed be never so fair, — 
But the love that the deal Lord looketh for, 
Hidden with holv care 
In the heart of the deed so fair. 

The love is the priceless thing, 

The treasure our treasure must hold, 
Or ever our Lord will take the gift, 
Or tell the worth of the gold, — 
Bv the love that cannot be told. 

the rich and the poor — 
Dear Lord in thv service draw near; 
One consecrateth a precious coin, 
One droppeth onlv a tear; 
L: >k, Master, — the love is he 

.RIET McEWEN KIMBALL. 

Te~ ter, whom I serve, 

Though so feeblv and so ill, 

.d and heart and nerve 

All Thv bidding to fulfil ; 
Open Thou mine eves to see 

All the work Thou hast for me. 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 



Work for Others 



o 



PH, let me know 
The power of Thy resurrection ; 

Oh, let me show 
Thy risen life in calm and clear reflection ; 

Oh, let me give 
Out of the gifts Thou freely givest ; 

Oh, let me live 
With life abundantly because Thou livest. 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 



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Not to be ministered unto, but to minister. 

Mark x. 45. 

Not to be served, O Lord, but to serve man 

All that I can, 
And as I minister unto his need 

Serve Thee indeed. 
So runs the law of love that hath been given, 

To make earth Heaven. 

WALTER C. SMITH. 

An arm of aid to the weak, 
A friendlv hand to the friendless, 
Kind words so short to speak, 
But whose echo is endless, — 
The world is wide, these things are small, 
They may be nothing, but thev are all ! 

RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. 

Love God and love one another ! Is that all ? 
That we have known from our youth up. Yet 
is there nothing else to say ? 

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. 

As we have therefore opportunitv, let us do good 
unto all men. 

Gal. vi. 10. 

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Have love ! not love alone for one \ 
But man as man thy brother call, 
And scatter like the circling sun 
Thy charities on all. 

FREDERICK SCHILLER. 

Ah, when shall all men's good 
Be each man's rule, and universal Peace 
Lie like a shaft of light across the land 
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea. 



There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or 
behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain 
around us. 

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
* 

I shall pass through this world but once. Any 
good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness 
that I can show to any human being, let me do it 
now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall 
not pass this way again. 

* 

Life is short, and we have never too much time 
for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling 
the same dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to 
love ! Make haste to be kind ! 

amiel. 

63 



The character of God's goodness is communica- 
tive. He is always communicating Himself to His 
creatures in nature, in grace, in glorv. We must 
copy this example. There is no such thing as 
selrlsh goodness, thinking only about ourselves and 
our own souls. 

FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 



No man can work worthily in this world of God's 
unless there burn in him the stimulating fire of some 
great and clear conviction. 

RICHARD A. ARMSTRONG. 
* 

But thou go forth and do thy deed, 

In forest and in town, 
Nor sis;h for ease while pain and need 

Are plucking at thv gown. 

KATHARINE LEE BATES. 

The poor are our friends, and according to the 
Spanish proverb, M When a friend asketh there is no 
to-morro 

£ LADY LINDSAY. 

God puts within our reach the power of helpful- 
ness, the ministry of pity. 

FRANCIS PAGET. 

64 



Make a rule, and pray God to help you to keep 
it, never, if possible, to lie down at night without 
being able to say, " I have made one human being, at 
least, a little wiser, a little happier, or a little better 
this day." 

CHARLES KINGSLEY. 



If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life 
of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked 
with God. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 



" The greatest thing," says some one, " a man can 
do for his Heavenly Father is, to be kind to some of 
His other children." 

HENRY DRUMMOND. 

Nothing is impossible ; there are ways which lead 
to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should 
always have sufficient means. 



" I have no mission," said Clara Barton, years ago, 
" but I have always had more work lying about my 
feet than I could do." 

65 



The only way to regenerate the world is to do the 
duty which lies nearest us. 

CHARLES KINGSLEY. 

Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, 
to whomsoever you can, as long as God permits you 
to live in this world. 

All worldly joys go less 
Than the one joy of doing kindnesses. 

GEORGE HERBERT. 

There is no higher dignity than that of helpful- 
ness. ^ 

If there be some weaker one, 

Give me strength to help him on ; 

If a blinder soul there be, 

Let me guide him nearer Thee. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 

May you never say of a brother dear, 
" Did I do enough to help and cheer ? 

Did I try to help and guide him ? " 
Now the snares of the world about him lie, 
And if unhonored he live and die, 

I shall wish I were dead beside him. 

PHCEBE CARY. 

66 



Kind words are the music of the world. They 
have a power which seems to be beyond natural 
causes, as if they were some angel's song which had 
lost its way and come on earth. It seems as if they 
could almost do what in reality God alone can do — 
soften the hard and angry hearts of men. No one 
was ever corrected by a sarcasm — crushed, perhaps, 
if the sarcasm was clever enough — but drawn nearer 
to God, never. 

FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 



A touch, a tender word, no more — 

A face that lingers by the door, 

To turn and smile, a fond word said, 

A kiss — these things make heaven, and yet 

We do neglect, refuse, forget, 

To give that little ere 'tis fled, 

Ah, me ! ah, me ! 
And sad hearts go uncomforted. 



* 



A kind word, a gentle act, a modest demeanor, a 
loving smile, are as so many seeds that we can scatter 
every moment of our lives, and which will always 
spring up and bear fruit. 

gold DUST. 

67 



Only 

Only a seed — but it chanced to fall 
In a little cleft of a city wall, 
And taking root, grew bravely up 
Till a tiny blossom crowned its top. 

Only a thought — but the work it wrought 
Could never by tongue or pen be taught ; 
For it ran through a life like a thread of gold, 
And the life bore fruit — a hundred fold. 

Only a word — but 'twas spoken in love, 
With a whispered prayer to the Lord above ; 
And the angels in heaven rejoiced once more, 
For a new-born soul " entered in by the door." 



* 



Friends, in this world of hurry, 
And work, and sudden end, 

If a thought comes quick of doing 
A kindness to a friend, 

Do it that very moment ! 

Don't put it off — don't wait ! 
What's the use of doing a kindness 

If you do it a day too late ? 
68 



Do the work that's nearest, 

Though it's dull at whiles, 
Helping when you meet them, 

Lame dogs over stiles. 

CHARLES KINGSLEY. 

And this thought will be our comfort — 

That if only we will bear 
One another's burdens gladly, 

Christ Himself the weight will share. 

He will note each kindly effort, 
And will cheer us all the while 

With the gladness and the sunshine 
Of His tender, loving smile. 

CHARLOTTE MURRAY. 
* 

Never let the seeming worthlessness of sympathy 
make you keep back that sympathy of which, when 
men are suffering around you, your heart is full. Go 
and give it without asking yourself whether it is worth 
while to give it. It is too sacred a thing for you to 
tell what it is worth. God, from whom it comes, 
sends it through you to His needy child. 

BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 

Have a loving care for others ; God will have a 
loving care for thee. 

6 9 



If thou art blest 
Then let the sunshine of thv gladness rest 
On the dark edges of each cloud that lies 
Black in thy brother's skies. 

If thou art sad, 
Still be thou in thv brother's gladness glad. 

ANNA E. HAMILTON. 

Look up and not down, 

Look forward and not back, 
Look out and not in ; 
Lend a hand. 

EDWARD EVERETT HALE. 



Thy business is mine and mine thine, if there is 
a ghost of a chance that we can either of us help 
the other. 

* 

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others 
cannot keep it from themselves. 

JAMES M. BARRIE. 

* 

How lovely are the messengers that teach us the 
gospel of peace. To all the nations is gone forth the 
sound of their words; throughout all the lands their 
glad tidings. 

MENDELSSOHN, Oratorio of St. Paul. 
7° 



Blessing she is ; God made her so, 

And deeds of week-day holiness 
Fall from her noiseless as the snow ; 
Nor hath she ever chanced to know 

That aught were easier than to bless. 

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 



Perhaps at the Last Day all that will remain 
worth recording of a life full of activity and zeal, 
will be those little deeds that were done solely beneath 
the eye of God. 

J GOLD DUST. 



That best portion of a good man's life, 
His little nameless unremembered acts 
Of kindness and of love. 

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 



Sow with a generous hand ; 
Pause not for toil or pain ; 
Sow and look onward, upward ; 
You shall reap in joy the harvest 
You have sown to-day in tears. 

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 
7* 



What a gladness in the glory of the better land to 

know, 
That some poor, waiting, longing, doubting, fearing 

souls below, 
In our gracious human loving, we the love of God 

did show. 



The Sower 

Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thv hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 

Broadcast it o'er the land ; 

Beside all waters sow, 

The highway furrows stock, 
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 

Drop it upon the rock. 

The good, the fruitful ground 

Expect not here nor there ; 
O'er hill and dale and plain 'tis found, 

Go forth then, everywhere ! 

And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beautv, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 

And the full corn at length. 
72 



Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 

For garners in the sky ; 

Then when the glorious end, 

The day of God, shall come, 
The angel reapers shall descend, 

At God's great harvest-home. 

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 
# 

Better to walk the realm unseen 

Than watch the hour's event ; 
Better the well done at the last 

Than the air with shoutings rent. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 



73 



Consecration 



M 



AY the glad dawn 
Of Easter-morn 
Bring holy joy to thee. 



May the calm eve 
Of Easter leave 

A peace divine with thee. 

May Easter-night 

On thine heart write, 

O Christ, I live for Thee. 



77 



Once go forth and live, and love, and move, and 
speak, act, and think, all for Jesus, and you need 
know no other thought or rule. 

FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 



Lord, in my simple heart I give myself to-day to 
be Thy servant ever. 

J THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

"Thy will — nothing more, nothing less, nothing 
else." 

Truly, it is a hard lesson, but if by God's grace 
we learn it, we shall find that there is no joy in the 
world like the joy of those who have entirely given 
up the thought of pleasing themselves, and seek only 
to hear and do the will of God. 

YOUNG. 



Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to 

follow 
Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her 

Saviour. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



Doing God's will as if it were my own, 

Yet trusting not in mine, but in His strength alone. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 

78 



The mark of a saint is not perfection but conse- 
cration. A saint is not a man without faults, but a 
man who has given himself without reserve to God. 

BISHOP WESTCOTT. 

* 

It is only the lives hidden in God and to Him 
wholly consecrated which have power to tell upon 
those which lie on a lower level, and to lift them 
higher by the very intensity of their own spiritual 
love. 

H. BOWMAN. 

That man is very strong and powerful who has 
no more hopes for himself, who looks not to be loved 
any more, to be admired any more, to have any more 
honor or dignity, and who cares not for gratitude, 
but whose sole thought is for others, and who only 
lives on for them. helps. 



We may go through common life with an uncom- 
mon motive — the thought of God, and the desire 
of pleasing and serving Him in all things. 

EDWARD MEYRIC GOULBURN. 



Life is a little gift when love bids "give ! " 

EDWIN ARNOLD. 

79 



Lord, make me quick to see 
Each task awaiting me, 

And quick to do ; 
Oh, grant me strength, I pray, 
With lowly love each day 

And purpose true, 

To go as Jesus went, 
Spending and being spent, 

Myself forgot ; 
Supplying human needs 
By loving words and deeds, 

Oh, happy lot ! 

R. M. OFFORD. 



To become like Christ is the only thing in the 
world worth caring for, the thing before which everv 
ambition of man is folly and all lower achievements 
vain. 

HENRY DRUMMOND. 

Hold in my sight Thy wondrous cross, 
So shall I faint not under mine ; 

So shall I deem no anguish loss 

That leads me in Thy steps divine. 

w. M. L. JAY. 

80 



Christ's Giving 

St. John xv. 13 

The spirit of self-sacrifice 

Stays not to count its price. 
Christ did not of His mere abundance cast 
Into the empty treasury of man's store : 

The First and Last 
Gave until even He could give no more \ 

His very living, 

Such was Christ's giving. 

ANNA E. HAMILTON. 

Two mites, two drops, but all her house and land, 
Fell from an earnest heart but trembling hand, 
The others wanton wealth foamed high and brave, 
The others cast away, she only gave. 

She had ceased to think that her own lot could be 
happy — had ceased to think of happiness at all: the 
one end of her life seemed to be the diminishing of 
sorrow. 

GEORGE ELIOT. 

Never be afraid of giving up your best, and God 

will give you His better. 

hinton. 

81 



Perhaps there may be hours 

When I will miss the flow'rs 

That made more bright the groves 

That contemplation loves ; 

But I am satisfied 

With Christ the crucified. 

a. e. s. 



Thou hast created us unto Thyself, and our heart 
finds no rest until it rests in Thee. 

ST. AUGUSTINE. 



God's greatness flows around our incompleteness ; 
Round our restlessness — His rest. 

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 



Our hearts are full and our voices sing 

Of our love for the Christ — for the risen King. 



The more closely the tie is drawn between our- 
selves and our Master, the more like Him we shall 
be seen to go about doing good. 

KNOX LITTLE. 
82 



We take with solemn thankfulness 
Our burden up, nor ask it less ; 
And count it joy that even we 
May suffer, serve, or wait for Thee, 
Whose will be done. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
* 

It matters not where or what we are, so we be 
His servants. 

H. E. MANNING. 

My God, teach me to live with an abiding sense 
of Thy Presence, laboring for Thee, suffering for 
Thee, guided by Thee, and Thee alone. 

GOLD DUST. 

Grant me the utmost holiness of which I am 
capable, then let others be holier than myself. 

GOLD DUST. 

And now we only ask to serve, 

We do not ask to rest ; 
We would give all without reserve, 

Our life, our love, our best. 

We only ask to see His face, 

It is enough for us : 
We only ask the lowest place, 

So He may smile on us. 

m. e. townsend. 

83 



Trust 



SING, children, sing ! 
The lilies white you bring 
In the joyous Easter morning for hope are blos- 
soming ; 
And as the earth her shroud of snow from off her 

breast doth fling, 
So may we cast our fetters off in God's eternal 

spring, 
So may we find release at last from sorrow and from 

pain, 
So may we find our childhood's calm, delicious dawn 

again. 
Sweet are your eyes, O little ones, that look with 

smiling grace, 
Without a shade of doubt or fear, into the Future's 

face ! 
Sing, sing in the happy chorus, with joyful voices 

tell 
That death is life, and God is good, and all things 
shall be well; 

That bitter days shall cease 
In warmth, and light, and peace ; 
That winter yields to spring : 
Sing, little children, sing! 

CELIA THAXTER. 

87 



Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every 
cottage window, so comes a love-beam of God's care 
and pity for every separate need. 

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. 



Great our need, but greater far 
Is our Father's loving power. 

He upholds each mighty star, 
He unfolds each tiny flower. 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
* 

People talk about special providences. I believe 
in the providences, but not in the specialty. I do 
not believe that God lets the thread of my affairs go 
for six days, and on the seventh evening takes it up 
for a moment. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 



But Heaven hath a hand in these events, 

To whose high will we bound our calm contents. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 



There is a power whose care 
Teaches thy way. 

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 

88 



I know that He has led me all my life. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 

Just outside the workday path 

By man's volition trod, 
Lie the resistless issues of 

The things ordained of God. 

ALICE CARY. 

* 

God shall be my hope, 
My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 

I just fold my wings at nightfall, 

Wherever I happen to be ; 
For the Father is always watching, 

No harm can happen to me. 

N. V. W. 

Happy the man who sees a God employed 
In all the good or ill that checkers life. 

COWPER. 

* 

Through Him the first fond prayers are said, 

Our lips of childhood frame ; 
The last low whispers of our dead 

Are burdened with His name. 

8 9 



When shadows of the valley fall, 
When sin and death the soul appall, 
One light we through the darkness see : 

Christ on the cross, 

We cry to Thee. 

TUDOR JENKS. 

His ear is ever open, 

He hears the faintest cry ; 

To all who call upon Him, 
The Lord our God is nigh. 

CHRISTINA MULLER. 
* 

Whatever troubles come to you of mind, body, 
or estate, from within or from without, from chance 
or from intent, from friends or foes — whatever your 
trouble be, though you be lonely, O children of a 
Heavenly Father, be not afraid. 

JOHN HENRY NEWMAN. 

In difficult positions where you anticipate not only 
trouble for yourself but also dangers for others, fore- 
see and prepare for them, but do not fear them ; if 
they come, the will of God and His grace will be 
there also. 

The Shepherd is leading you in a circuitous path 
but in the right way to His own blessed fold. 

90 



Be quiet, soul ; 
Why shouldst thou care and sadness borrow, 
Why sit in nameless fear and sorrow 

The livelong day ? 
God will mark out thy path to-morrow 

In His best way. 



We are always disbelieving in God, because things 
do not go as we intend and desire them to go. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 



That's best 
Which God sends. 'Twas His will ; it is mine. 

OWEN MEREDITH. 



Do the darkness and the terror plot against you, 

We also plan. 
They that love you are stronger than your haters ; 

Trust God, O man ! 

EDWIN ARNOLD. 



If you fear, 
Cast all your care on God ; that anchor holds. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
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When we cannot see our way 

Let us trust and still obey ; 
He who bids us forward go, 

Will not fail the way to show. 

» 

Late on me weeping did this whisper fall : 

u Dear child, there is no need to weep at all : 

Why go about to grieve and to despair ? 

Why weep now through thy future's eyes, and bear 

In vain to-day, to-morrow's load of care." 

SEPTIMUS SUTTON. 
* 

It becomes by degrees easier to love God with no 
uncertain affection ; to take adversities as blessings ; 
and to see in every cross a sign of love. 

BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 

W 

To feel altho' no tongue can prove 
That every cloud that spreads above, 
And veileth love, itself is love. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
* 

Much must be borne which is hard to bear, 

Much given away which it were sweet to keep. 

God help us all who need indeed His care: 

And yet I know the Shepherd loves His sheep. 

RUTH OGDEN. 

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Oh, we all have need of that prayer of the Breton 
mariner : " Save us, O God ! Thine ocean is so large 
and our little boats so small." 

CANON F. W. FARRAR. 



No help ! nay, it is not so ! 
Though human help be far, thy God is nigh 
Who feeds the ravens, hears His children's cry, 
He's near thee wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam, 
And He will guide thee, light thee, help thee home. 



In my own hands my want and weakness are, 
My strength, O God, in Thine. 

BAYARD TAYLOR. 

Faith is a grasping of Almighty power 
The hand of man laid on the arm of God, 

The grand and blessed hour 
In which the things impossible to me 
Become the possible, O Lord, through Thee. 

ANNA E. HAMILTON. 
* 

Lo ! Lord, I sit in Thy wide space 

My child upon my knee ; 
She looketh up into my face 

And I look up to Thee. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 

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The way at times may dark and wearv seem, 
No ray of sunshine on our path mav beam, 
The dark clouds hover o'er us like a pall, 
And gloom and sadness seem to compass all, 
But still with honest purpose toil we on ; 
And if our steps be upright, straight, and true, 
Far in the east a golden light shall dawn 
And the bright smile of God come bursting through. 

WILL CARLETON. 

To learn to leave things with God and to do 
one's work as if God could be trusted, is to gain 
the repose and full-heartedness which permits one 
to pour out his whole strength without anxiety, 
worry, or distraction. 

* 

I said to mv little son, who was watching tear- 
fullv a tree he had planted, u Let it alone : it will 
grow while you are sleeping." 

* 

Why shouldst thou rill to-dav with sorrow 
About to-morrow, 

My heart ? 
One watches all with care most true : 
Doubt not that He will give thee, too, 

Thy part. 

PAUL FLEMMING. 
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This life is linked to the eternal, — it will all come 
right. It will all come right at last. 

REV. JOHN O. HAARVIG. 



My bark is wafted to the strand 

By breath Divine, 
And on the helm there rests a hand 

Other than mine. 

DEAN OF CANTERBURY. 



At the end of all exists the great Hope, — Eternal 
Life. 

CHARLOTTE BRONTE. 



Then hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father knows what 

thou knowest not, 
The need and the thorn and the shadow linked with 

the fairest lot ; 
Knows the wisest exemption from many an unseen 

snare ; 
Knows what will keep thee nearest, knows what 

thou could'st not bear. 

Hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father portioneth as He 

will 
To all His beloved children, and shall they not be 

still ? 

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Is not His will the h : > choice the 

And in perfect aquie- B there not perfect r 

Hush ! oh, hush! forth. - are true 

and ju>:. 
Knoweth and careth and loveth, and r thy 

perfect tru- 
The cup He is slowly filling, shall soon be full to 

the brim, 
And infinite compensate and in Him. 

Hush' oh, hush! for the Father hath fulness 

in store, 

sures f power and w:> J pleasures for- 

e\L 

;.nd honor and glorv, en nite bliss : — 

Child of His love and His choice, c. :hou not 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAYERGAL. 



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The Ministry of Sorrow 



THINK you to escape 
What mortal man can never be without ? 
What saint upon earth has never lived apart from, 

cross and care? 
Why, even Jesus Christ, our Lord, was not even for 

one hour free from His passion's pain. 
Christ says, " He needs must suffer, 
Rising from the dead, 
And enter thus upon His glory." 
And how do you ask for another road 
Than this — the Royal Pathway of the Holy Cross. 

THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

L*fc 



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My Web of Life 

No chance has brought this ill to me ; 
'Tis God's sweet will, so let it be ; 
He seeth what I cannot see. 

There is a need-be for each pain, 
And He will make it one day plain 
That earthly loss is heavenly gain. 

Like as a piece of tapestry, 
Viewed from the back appears to be 
Naught but threads tangled hopelessly, 

But in the front a picture fair 
Rewards the worker for his care, 
Proving his skill and patience rare. 

Thou art the workman, I the frame; 
Lord, for the glory of Thy name, 
Perfect Thine image on the same. 

* 

Those who have suffered much are like those who 
know many languages, they have learned to under- 
stand and to be understood by all. 

MADAME SWETCHINE. 

'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise. 

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
IOO 



The man who is able to look down and see that 
part of him capable of disappointment lying beneath 
him, is far more blessed than he who rejoices in the 
fulfilment of his desires. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 

It is a sair thing to be misjudged, but it's no more 
than the Maker o' us all pits up wi' ilka hoor o' the 
day, and says ne'er a word. Eh, but God's unco 
quiet ! Sae long as He kens to Himsel as He's 
richt, He lets folks think as they like till He has 
time to let them ken better. Lord, mak clean my 
heart within me, and syne I'll care little for any 
judgment but Thine. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 

* 

This leaf? This stone ? It is thy heart ; 
It must be crushed by pain and smart, 
It must be cleansed by sorrow's art — 
Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, 
Ere it will shine, a jewel meet 
To lay before thy dear Lord's feet. 

Good is that darkening of our lives 
Which only God can brighten ; 
But better still that hopeless load 
Which none but God can lighten. 

FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
IOI 



Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they 

grind exceeding small ; 

Though in patience long He waiteth, yet He surely 

erindeth all. 

6 * 

Chastened lives are better than merry ones ; 
earnest souls are more needed than happy ones. 

The darkness shows us worlds of light 
We never see by day. 

THOMAS MOORE. 

# 

Throw not the cross away, of it the crown is 
made. 

^. THOMAS A KEMPIS. 

If I have no cross to bear to-day, I shall not 
advance heavenward. . . . 

To lie quietly on a bed of down may seem a very 
sweet existence ; but pleasant ease and rest are not 
the lot of a Christian. If he would mount higher 
and higher, it must be by a rough road. 

GOLD DUST. 

* 

When God afflicts thee, think He hews a rugged 

stone 
Which must be shaped or else aside as useless 

thrown. 

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. 

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As fire tempers the iron, so 
Are we refined by woe. 

ALICE CARY. 

It was no relief from temporal evils that the 
Apostle promised. . . . 

No ; the mercy of God might send them to the 
stake or the lions; it was still His mercy, if it but 
kept them " unspotted from the world." It might 
expose them to insult, calumny, and wrong ; they 
received it still as mercy if it u established them in 
every good work." 

J fe ^ WM. ARCHER BUTLER. 

# 

Only through suffering are we reconciled 
To the immortal Gods and to ourselves. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 



The cry rung from thy spirit's pain 
May echo on some far-off plain 
And guide a wanderer home again. 

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 



God doth suffice ! O thou, the patient one, 
Who puttest faith in Him, and none beside, 
Bear yet thy load, under the setting sun 
The glad tints gleam, thou wilt be satisfied. 

EDWIN ARNOLD. 

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Faith and Cheer 



AND perched the glittering, icy boughs among, 
One little bird was pouring out his song, — 
An Easter carol full of faith and cheer, — 
Under the leaden sky so sad and drear. 

Dear little songster, braver thou than we ! 
Surely our clouded hearts are shamed by thee ; 
So easy 'tis to sing when skies are fair, 
And the spring gladness waketh in the air. 

But still to keep sweet music in the heart, 
When wintry storms bid brightest hopes depart, 
When skies are dark and springtime waiteth long, 
This is the true, the perfect Easter song. 

G. H. D. 



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There is sunshine everywhere 

For thy heart and mine : 
God for every sin and care 

Is the cure divine. 

GEORGE MACDONALD. 

I have read in Plato and Cicero savings that are 
verv wise and beautiful, but I never read in either of 
them, " Come unto me, all ve that labor and are 
heavy laden, and I will give you rest." 

ST. AUGUSTINE. 

Green ways or grav, 

Labor or play, 
There's sweetness somewhere 

In each passing day. 

* 
They who the sweetest rest 
Are thev who toil the best ; 
In holy freedom living, 
To lowly sufferers giving; 
In God's fear ave remaining, 
From every sin abstaining. 

m. e. townsend. 

* 

Avoid looking forward or backward, and try to 
keep looking upward. 

CHARLOTTE BRONTE. 

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And present gratitude 
Insures the future's good, 
And for the things I see 
I trust the things to be; 

That in the paths untrod, 
And the long days of God, 
My feet shall still be led, 
My heart be comforted. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 

How soon a smile of God can change the world. 

ROBERT BROWNING. 

As on the Sea of Galilee 

The Christ is whispering peace. 

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 

Be the day weary 

Or be the day long, 
At last it ringeth 

To evensong. 

Thank God there is always a light whence to 

borrow 
When darkness is darkest, and sorrow most sorrow. 

ALICE CARY. 

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We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 

To Thee alone we sing, 
We praise Thee and confess Thee 

Our glorious Lord and King. 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
* 

We thank Thee, dear Lord, 

For the sunshine fair, 
For flowers that smile 

By the wayside fair. 

M. E. TOWNSEND. 

* 

The sun set ; but set not his hopes ; 
Stars rose \ his faith was earlier up. 

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
* 

To a strong and earnest will 
All is easv ; labor still. 

He is near to help and bless; 
Be not weary, onward press. 

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward 
To what they were before. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
IIO 



Do thy duty, that is best ; 
Leave unto thy Lord the rest. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
# 

It rests my weary aching eyes, 
And soothes my heart and brain, 

To see the tender green of the leaves 
And the blossoms wet with rain. 

PHCEBE CARY. 

* 

Hope in our souls is King 
And the King never dies. 

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 

My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; 
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, 
Nor to be seen : my crown is called content ; 
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
* 

Oh, life hath many a cloudy day, 

And many griefs and wrongs ! 
Yet all along its checkered way 
" He giveth songs." 
* 
Earth with its thousand voices praises God. 

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 
Ill 



Tender Mercies 

Tender mercies on my way 
Falling softly, like the dew, 

Sent me freshly every day, 
I will bless the Lord for you. 

Though I have not all I would, 
Though to greater bliss I go, 
Every present gift of good 
eternal Love I owe. 

Source of all that comforts me, 

Well of jov for which I lc 
Let the song I sinir to Thee 
m everlasting song. 

ANNA L.£TITIA WARING. 

» 

Tuns for Thvself the music of mv days, 
And open Thou mv lips that I mav show Thv praise. 

fra: dley have? 



One dav at a time ! but a single dav, 
-tever its load, whatever its length ; 

- a bit of precious Scripture to s 
That according to each shall be our strength. 

I 12 



Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in 
my heart ; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the 
lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years 
ago. The nearer I approach to the end, the plainer 
I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the 
worlds which invite me. 

VICTOR HUGO. 



O Lord, that lends me life, 

Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness. 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 



"We bless Thee for our creation, preservation, 
and all the blessings of this life ; but above all, for 
Thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world 
by our Lord Jesus Christ." 



i*3 



Hope of the Resurrection 



I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth, 
And that He shall stand — 
At the latter day upon the earth ; 
And tho' worms destroy this body 
Yet in my flesh shall I see God. 
I know that my Redeemer liveth, 
For now is Christ risen from the dead 
The first fruits of them that sleep." 



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In regal quiet deep 

Lo, One new waked from sleep ! 
Behold, He standeth in the rock-hewn door ! 

Thy children shall not die, — 

Peace, peace, thy Lord is by ! 
He liveth ! they shall live forevermore. 

Peace ! Lo, He lifts a priestly hand, 
And blesseth all the sons of men in every land. 

JEAN INGELOW. 



Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth but sleep ■ 
He hath awakened from the dream of life. 



And tho' when wearied some dear one lies down 
To his last rest, we cannot choose but weep, 
Yet like sweet music sounds the word of peace, 
I come that I may wake him out of sleep. 

A. H. PARRY. 



Now, God be praised, that to believing souls 
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair ! 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
Il8 



Easter Lilies 

Easter lilies pure and white, 
Emblems fair of life and light ; 
Easter lilies bud and bloom 
Close beside the empty tomb. 

God's sweet darlings here below 
In this world of grief and woe, 
Words could not so well express 
Heaven's love and tenderness. 

In your blossoms we may read : 
u He now lives who once was dead ; 
Heavenward lift your weeping eyes 
To those mansions in the skies. 

" Look unto the pearly gates, 
There thy loved one for thee waits : 
List, that Voice that speaks to thee, 
c Haste thy coming unto Me.' " 

Easter lilies, by your breath 
Taught am I there is no death ; 
By the white light of your bloom 
I behold an empty tomb ! 

REV. GEORGE W. CROFTS. 

ng 



There must be lovely lands somewhere starward, 
for those who go thither never return, and I very- 
much doubt if any would if they could. 

BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR. 



And somewhere yet in the hill-tops 
Of the country that hath no pain, 

She will watch in her beautiful doorway 
To bid us welcome again. 

* 

It is not darkness you are going to, for God is 
Light. It is not lonely, for Christ is with you. It 
is not an unknown country, for Christ is there. 

CHARLES KINGSLEY. 



And thither thou, beloved, and thither I 
May set our heart and set our face, and go, 
Faint, yet pursuing, home on tireless feet. 

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. 

» 

God grant that all who watch to-day 

Beside their sepulchres of loss 
May find the great stone rolled away, — 

May see at last, with vision clear, 

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The shining angel standing near, 
And through the dimly-lighted soul 
Again may joy's evangel roll 

The glory of the cross. 

JULIA H. THAYER. 



Vernal Solace 

When April's sky is blue above 
The quiet dust of those we love, 
There comes to every heart that grieves, 
The solace of unfolding leaves. 

A vernal benediction flows 

Through wind-born whispers of the rose, 

And bears to every listening soul 

A promise from some far-off goal. 

The turf made fair by rain and sun, 
Breathes not of dark oblivion, 
And girds the silence of the tomb 
With tiny miracles of bloom. 

Each star-eyed daisy seems to bring 
The brave, sweet gospel of the spring ; 
And the deep blue violets tell 
Of love and life invincible. 

WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE. 
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Easter Hymn 

Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 
Sons of men and angels say ; 
Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 

Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the victory won. 
Jesus' agony is o'er, 
Darkness veils the earth no more. 

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell, 
Death in vain forbids Him rise, 
Christ hath opened Paradise. 

Soar we now where Christ hath led, 
Following our exalted Head; 
Made like Him, like Him we rise : 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

CHARLES WESLEY. 



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